I tend to forget just that....
I've always been the kind of person that likes to put myself outside of a circle
It's easier to observe from there.
The way people carry themselves looks far more different, cause you see how they hold on to their energy.
Like how that lady isn't as excited as the woman she's talking to.
And how the lady she's talking to is an open book.
Humans are interesting in a way we might not know.
We think we've found home in the interactions with others.
Cause we're made to understand that we're a social being.
That without others, there's no point in being.
Like how that mother holding her baby, feels that she's carrying her world.
Cause for now, that's what her baby is to her.
Her world.
Humans are a creature of meaning.
We try to give meaning to everything around us.
Then those meaning becomes our priorities.
The more weight the meaning we give, the higher they are on our list.
But then the more things we experience,
The more people we meet,
Becomes more meaning that needs to be placed on the list.
Then life becomes just that.
A list of things.
Not just a list.
But it turns into a routine of moving things around so we can see where they stand.
Humans likes lists.
It gives guidance.
It shows what to do next.
What to experience.
What to fall back on.
Then we, as humans, becomes lost in a tedious task of arranging things.
Of making sure things are where they are.
Of checking where we should be going.
Of reminding ourselves that there's more important things than breathing.
Like how that mother holding her baby has a list of things she needs to do.
For her baby, her world.
So her baby is as comfortable as possible.
So her baby doesn't need to cry for too long.
Making sure everything is where she can find them.
Forgetting that she needs to be as comfortable as possible
Forgetting that she's not just a mother.
She's human.
Humans tends to forget just that.
We're humans.
Not lists.
I've always been the kind of person that likes to put myself outside of a circle
It's easier to remind myself that I'm human.
Cause from outside,
There's no lists.
It's easier to observe from there.
The way people carry themselves looks far more different, cause you see how they hold on to their energy.
Like how that lady isn't as excited as the woman she's talking to.
And how the lady she's talking to is an open book.
Humans are interesting in a way we might not know.
We think we've found home in the interactions with others.
Cause we're made to understand that we're a social being.
That without others, there's no point in being.
Like how that mother holding her baby, feels that she's carrying her world.
Cause for now, that's what her baby is to her.
Her world.
Humans are a creature of meaning.
We try to give meaning to everything around us.
Then those meaning becomes our priorities.
The more weight the meaning we give, the higher they are on our list.
But then the more things we experience,
The more people we meet,
Becomes more meaning that needs to be placed on the list.
Then life becomes just that.
A list of things.
Not just a list.
But it turns into a routine of moving things around so we can see where they stand.
Humans likes lists.
It gives guidance.
It shows what to do next.
What to experience.
What to fall back on.
Then we, as humans, becomes lost in a tedious task of arranging things.
Of making sure things are where they are.
Of checking where we should be going.
Of reminding ourselves that there's more important things than breathing.
Like how that mother holding her baby has a list of things she needs to do.
For her baby, her world.
So her baby is as comfortable as possible.
So her baby doesn't need to cry for too long.
Making sure everything is where she can find them.
Forgetting that she needs to be as comfortable as possible
Forgetting that she's not just a mother.
She's human.
Humans tends to forget just that.
We're humans.
Not lists.
I've always been the kind of person that likes to put myself outside of a circle
It's easier to remind myself that I'm human.
Cause from outside,
There's no lists.
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